seamlessly shifting to future planning
scuttlebutts rebuff fluffernutter sandwiches
for something a little more… sophisticated
grease coated floatation device
slices dried mice precisely
clandestine militants throw rice
at the merger of church and state
hate groups **** on social norms
******* the truck drivers for ****
in rest area bathrooms –
doom laden maidens raid
safe houses set up  by underpaid feds
wretched and withdrawn, occupants pant
sweltering heat defeats all who enter
and the centrists flinch as both wings fling scented mud clods –
the gods of old sit on high watching the unfolding drama
three llamas graze peacefully on a Peruvian hillside
tide breaks shake useless dunes
and ruined looms sit broken
reminding the aged
of a non-mechanized life –

saggy eye bags remind me of another sleepless night
what in my subconscious only allows four hours uninterrupted
flashing images
whirlwind of despair
crashing reality
the past still exists –
youthful transgressions
a wake of damaged feelings
and her
a daughter
innocent and abandoned
left behind like so much ****** baggage –
sweet sixteen with no father, just like all the others
can forgiveness exist in the ignored
very few miles and less through facebook
the failure is mine
I sit waiting
still –

sing song poems make me mad
reading rhyming prose is sort of sad
thinking it is so clever to come up with similar sounds
in my eyes, you’ve been had –
some eight grade writing teacher gave you ****** advice
and now you can’t get rid of it, like dealing with head lice
stuck in the same old rut, just sort of hanging around
if it were up to me I would put your hand in a vice –
there is a man, they call Dr. Seuss
after his books, rhyming stopped being of use
he would make up words that no one had ever found
but, when I read your “love, dove”, “mine, fine”…it seems like abuse –
if only you allowed yourself the freedom to really shine
leave all those templates and standard structure behind
pull the corn cob out of your *** and try to get unwound
it is my contention that you might find some piece of mind –
the problem is that we can all go on like this all day
never really presenting ourselves as if we have something to say
following the mold, adding to the mound
if only I could inspire you all we might find a poetic brand new day –
I doubt it, and I am sure I will continue to read this trash
probably, stupid rhyming couplets are the only way to make some cash
but thinking of that just makes me want to hang my head down
**** the wheel into oncoming traffic, cause a horrendous car crash –
of course, this is the way of things and I might as well be spitting into the wind
no one will listen and tomorrow will be the same thing again
I will look it over and wonder what it is like to drowned
….shuffle back into the darkness, consider if I have just sinned –

drunken podiatrist
face full of feet
seated at the reapers’
keep
pleated sneakers
freak seekers
weaker than peeking tweekers
needing respite a quiet pine cove beacons
alone with disorganized thoughts,
sleep evades capture
melancholy and fidgety
***** fingers fumble in the needles
absentmindedly truffle hunting
little piggy, sad and introspective –
well-wishers fish for the perfect dish
the combination of flavors that will remove pain
while creating pleasant inconsequential conversation
as no one wants to look at reality
even in times of loss
…but at what cost?
mossy lip gloss tossed
plausible pauses cause
raw nerve sawing –
bunion burns and yellowed toenails curl
once again seated in front of the lonely *******
red eyes hide nights of lies to wives
despising the rising bile
fruit flies dive against spore covered windows
cluttered floor acts as a shore against poor ******
and he has the audacity to charge my insurance –

brambles hide the brown thrush’s nest
giving seclusion and isolation to pink skinned babes
mouths agape, little wings outstretched
beckoning to be given a small taste
of life giving nourishment –
tiny bills protrude  
offering slight squawks of discontent  
eyes unable to open as the curse of youth stands strong
even in the avian kingdom
undeterred, miniscule vocal cords push forth
with the force of fear of death driving
chirping into the void
awaiting mother or father
and the blessings they bring –
satisfied on meal worms and grub bodies
three lads nestle in for a quiet nap
as a warm Spring breeze passes nearly unnoticed
except for the movement of brier leaves
and the rustle of newly forming feathers –

falling into despair as the inundation continues
every turn finds me staring into another memory
of you
motherless child staring into the void
seeking to be comforted and held
by arms free from judgment  or need
close to the source
of my existence –
hidden in the background sits a vision
future life placed in hazy quarters
glasses and compounds give no relief
as the reality is locked from me
cleverly stashed between morality and righteousness
the grail pail sails the trail of failings
settling gently in the obscene and tarnished
oxidized
rusted
worn
shabby remnants brushed by archeologists
collect dust on a shelf in the home of the long dead curator –
fading into obscurity my youth looks back
cracked mirror inferiorly reports the passing of time
lines etched along the horizon
crow’s feet menagerie –
passion passes for persuasion
and the rotted fruit holds tight
blindly winding, finding lined rhymes
pining for the time shinning on the vine
let’s look behind the sign to the minds grinder  
and just try to be whole –

moldy socks stuck to the grime covered floor
hold my attention momentarily
lost in thought, scrambled
I wander from room to room
looking for misplaced memories
pictures of you in the sun –
retaliation against the bloodbath
leaves the young admonished
sent before the tribunal
judged by skin tone
and pronunciation of hard vowels sounds –
enraged caged beasts cease peace
fleeced pieces of feces resist change
instead hardening and shedding color
petrified putridity permeates the ponderosa
floating on a sea of geologic waste
the sandy shoreline smiles at the scene –
endgame fascists brooding over equality talk
sit Indian style, calling it “criss-cross”
so as not to offened
wait for the moment in which they are able to **** indiscriminate
those deemed less or inferior
pancake batter dried to the edge of fine china
dog hair gracing Chanel handbags
**** in frocks frolic in the farm fresh
air
for pennies –
***** jokes dot the comic strip
leaving children confused and aroused
immorality gains traction
with its studded tires and studly physique
sturdy in its placement
stable in the den –
awash with idealism
indigents scrap infected scabs
looking under for answers
finding only diseased blood –

When you look at me,
I
Just  
Want
To
Puke

icy breath sends neck hairs
to attention
frozen bleakness takes the shape of
crystalized dew
speckling the wall
twenty feet high solid concrete
concertina wire decorations
‘tis the season –
holiday bliss as reminiscent prisoners
wax nostalgic
and shift sad eyes when discussing
dry turkey
with beaten and battered cranberries
logistically, the state could not afford
all the trimmings for 3000
so donated feast materials
get the highest of praise –
raising toasts
to over-bearing guards
as the time of year
transcends fear and mere hatred
together they spend another Christmas
inmates and officer
blessed in an un-holy union –

pagan traditions
called Christian
dot the marketplace
face to face
with the race to place the best display case
on front street
beating feet I retreat
feeling mistreated
I stop for a treat
both salty and sweet
my need is complete –
fleet of foot,
I stagger not
as I leap the creepy sheep
eyeballs pressed to the glass
fascists passing off as classy
massively underestimating
the passion of the impoverished
wishing the dish next to me liked to kiss
I blissfully whistle into the wind –
laboriously porous
the stories hold no weight
only serving to date me
plated and shelved I delve into other interests
such as the tide pools
old fools and the perfect guitar playing stool
drool pools
your interest wanes
it’s plain to see this has lost direction
yet here we are
together again…
I see you –

without sleep and nourishment
a dark clarity begins to form
a recognition that I alone
see
or at the very least
within my social and cultural setting –
mindless ninnies scramble to save pennies
while increasing both blood pressure
and heart attack chances
over the almighty need to consume
quiet laughter fills my ears
……it comes from inside –
angry glares replace blank stares
cares flare and claws tear more than an equal share
hare hair flies and bare heads screaming
gleam in the florescent glow of 75% off Chinese trash –
shoving children and trampling the elderly
masses of maniacs march
in the coldest of temperatures
in the darkest of nights
during a season branded with thankfulness
there can be only one High-Shopper (clever ‘highlander’ joke) –
old fashion box televisions give way
to LCD hi-def theatre sound home entertainment systems
reasonable priced down to just a shade under six thousand dollars
a paltry 2 months’ pay
to  enjoy the privilege and honor
of having all of your thoughts fed to you
as if you were being spoon fed applesauce
in a low income nursing home –

startled by the fight
in a diseased and dying body
I sit over her
looking through fogged eyes
recalling a slice of heaven
on a little tributary
of the raging Santiam –
cheek high pasture weeds
brushes a five year old face
as I nearly tunnel after long tan legs
sunshine and pit bulls
a covey of quail and
the old ****** pelt drying plywood
cut in the shape of a giant stop sign
a bedded down doe crashes through an Oak thicket
as our adventure continues –
lazy afternoons of swimming in the creek
chasing tree frogs
and picking wild flowers
fill my pre pre-school memories
as I stare
and wait for her to take another breath –

inadequate,
feeling that there is no way to express
12 years of love and devotion
to her –
granting gifts daily,
I sit enamored by grace
caught up in her eyes
longing to just quietly sit close
reach over and touch gently
the sexiest leg ever birthed –
whirling sentence fragments
spin endlessly
no longer attached to Kansas
I find myself with shiny new slippers
in a land I didn’t know existed –

stepping back I realize I am still unable to create for myself

completed
better than before
whole
soul mate
ect
ect
words…trite and inconsequential
when seeking to transcend
and elevate ideologies –
she is what I never deserved
but lived to experience
her blessing as part of my life
brings peace and balance
to a half burnt jig-saw puzzle
stunned, I can only weep
she truly loves me –
12 years ago in a dim living room
stranger expressing vows for eternity
three small children watched quietly
as their mother married a ******
in pajamas
only to spend the rest of their lives
with a father they could count on—
flash back to Tina
profile backed by the Arizona desert
a picture I return to often
moonlit body
exposed by the tent flap
perfection in memory
angry eyes flicker
as a 1984 15” flies from the stand
never a dull moment
when married to a Lion –

actualized reality fades
fragmented democracy crumbles into
a sea of melancholy
as apathetic hipsters
too smart to vote
grumble as the nation which birthed them
falls apart –
election day blues fills coffee shops
as nonregistered corporation ******
pump dollars into the beast
stimulating the wealth gap
and their collective colons –
**** stained Senate seat swings
back and forth
while the wearer flounders
on simple issues
surrounding individual rights
fighting in tights for the
“right is might” crowd
unfounded fact sheets hold
future carnage
at least for the poor and illiterate –
national pride died
tuesday symbolizing tyranny
as zombie Americans use their
manifest destiny to choose
Coke or Pepsi,
Taco Bell or McDonalds,
Democrat or Republican,
FOX or CNN
It begins again… --
hopeless and angry
my uncounted vote
lines the floorboard
of some fancy car driven by a 1%-er
but by casting
taking the moment to voice mine
I allow myself the entitlement
to *****
**** and moan
complain
and scream at the top of my lungs
about whatever
the **** I want –

multimedia macramé
sloshing propaganda sewage
on the unsuspecting public
***** lice infest ****** hill folk
west Virginia outbreak threatening the world
as we know it
flesh altering nonsense explicitly graphed
charting movement of microbes
on air, land, and/ or sea
global currents the new deliverer of death –
infected immigrants sit smiling
internment camps providing nutrition
never before experienced
as non-natives negotiate freedom
by submitting to vaccinations baths
and the standard delousing powder –
paranoid hand-sanitizer users
glued to the **** tube
spray their shoes with disinfectant
praying to an absent GOD for health
while shoveling GMO corn chips into ever widening
mouth holes
pharmaceutical companies lick lifeless lips
as Congress recognizes their humanity
while rejecting the concerns of the poor
…..no money in it –
outlandish claims of outbreaking Ebola
flood the mainstream outlets
fear: version – infinity
one more plague plan to stimulate new legislation
more law
no touching
even looking at the infirm can be cause for isolation
radiation treatments
courtesy of Fukushima, reactors 1-4 –
new found focus on fracturing the shale
releasing new oil reserves
and old bacteria
dinosaur killers
free-radicals
radically changing the genetic code
humanity altered
once again –

sickened
by media lies
legislative disguise
rotting food
attracting flies
beguiled by trite examples
limited poling
and internet trolling
expressionless selfie
apathy as fashion
androgynous culture
manly men are maligned
while supermodels ******
minds
warped youths scramble
attempting to grasp
beauty
through surgery
and consumerism
their tiny orange bodies
reflect social illness
its glare blinding
bound to the taxation system
pre-social security number
these zombie babies
march to Red Bull
FOX news
and social media *******
fluoridated and infected
they reject ideas
not rooted in technology
…mock astrology
believe in genetically altering
living organisms biology
practice unlicensed psychology
and pharmacology
all the while supporting
underground government demonology
…….. my apology
lost in this madness
I feel trapped and isolated
and the irony hits
flattening my preconceptions
“As part of, I am responsible for…”
…..darkness and pain
crash on aging shoulders
realization
and defeat

14 old white men
circle a marble table
high gloss
black, white veins with crystal fleck
holding forearms
and the weight of a nation –
quiet decisions in the glow of a Tiffany lamp
leave nation states fate decided
and the lives of 3000
the initial collateral damage –
savage faces drool and puff
over the ramifications and potential
global *******
breaking on the horizon
if only the towers would fall –
pre-Fall morning
birds chirp as blue skies shine
earliest frost touch the shaded places
as dew, glistening
reflects the new era
post-Newton laws apply
and the insane run the asylum –
free-fall images
and a purple dress plummeting
draw ire… but not to Iraqi civilians
oh, no
my ire is fire in my belly for the sellers of my country
for oil profiteering
and empire building
corporate expansion
and rain water crime –
patriotism died one day
years ago...
it was replaced with blind obedience
and freedom from thought –

lasing fallacies
facilitated by flunkies
fictionalizing facts
for freedom
re-done interiors
inferior to craftsmanship of old
offer glimpses into consciousness
of the common folk
squandering birthrights
for a burger richer in trans fat
and bacon flavoring
atop an evangelical spire
I peer into soulless zombies
seeking connection
with my kin
only to have reality slap me back
as wolves are kin to pugs
but they cannot coexist
storm clouds gather
night falls
tears drop
I am alone
bone dry dust bowl
harboring fuchsia scorch marks
landscape scars
fracking remnants
humanity’s blight
my line of sight tracks trite sprites
pixie wings and bath salts
eating dog faces for jesus
or worse
feces
out of hunger
horrified I recoil to a safe spot within
again
with old friends
in the din
I win

blindly towing the party line
rows of lemmings looking for death
of the American dream on cable television
in selected cities –
bile rises as another exploitation campaign begins
trapping the masses
tricking the weak into buying
materialism as success
bane of existence
thy name is consumerism
sheeple mindlessly following each other into mini-mall after
mini-mall
seeking the perfect shoes and spatula
for holiday gifts
and office exchanges
fat liar holding children with a big red *******
to match his suit
singing the praises of pokemon and ninjago
to medicated youths –
broken parents drag zombie bodies into darkened rooms
flopping down in front of the propaganda machine
for another dose of reality
brought to them by GMO foods and Multi-national oil companies
as they are the only ones who
truly understand the public –
tears well as I realize my isolation
only awake soul in a land of sleep-walkers
and everyone is so over-medicated
I am unable to rouse a soul
….just scream in blank faces
wait for 2016
and plan my mountain escape –

elastic synapses bring me back
momentarily
before projecting future visions
across the landscape of my mind’s eye
youthful vigor and swaying pines
sage wafting across the high desert
at sunset –
my heart yearns to return home
to a place it has never lived
but always loved
broken feldspar littered
juniper and jackrabbits
in January –
rusted jalopy rattles down
pumas pathways
seeking the young buck
recently free from velvet
hunger tempering the shot
starving children
create a year-round season –
lost in time
wagon wheels still rest along wind beaten fences
tumbleweeds build mountains
along the west side
of run down shacks
the vestibule of the cottontail
the vestige of a forgotten age –

meandering thoughts
of creativity for recreation
versus the idea
that art
can be prosperous
self-expression and
emotional depth plunging
for coin and
posterity –
poets only prosper posthumously
for the most part
and soft rock singer-songwriters
are a dime a dozen,
cousin –
validation from within again
as sin and winning blend
a regular trend….
the trees give no applause
or constructive criticism
but are an audience
that sway gently to the soft rhythms –
grumbling old lab at my feet slaps his tail
at the same song he heard yesterday
rubbing a worn nose on my unshod feet
looking for a toe scratch
as we both look outside for validation –